The Faded Chronicle

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones of the capital and seeped into the bones of those who walked them. It was a dampness that smelled of wet wool and old iron, a scent that Colonel Elias Thorne had come to associate with the silence that follows a gunshot. He stood before the heavy oak doors of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, his...

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